Chapter Thirty-Eight: Departure

Night.

The wind blows gently, and the air is faintly cool.

Several black-robed figures shuttled through the void, and in the moonlight, they flashed away, like ghosts marching in the dark.

Sioux County.

Sioux City, the county capital of Sioux County, is a city with a population of over one million.

Although it is night, the lively atmosphere has not diminished at all, the lights are bright, the land of wind and snow, the place of drinking and reciting poetry, the place of happiness and chic, everywhere.

The women of Jiangnan, the literary atmosphere of Jiangnan.

These are the two uniques in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Alas!"

By the window of the county watchman's house.

Su Zhitong, the county guard, looked at the bustling city, a little melancholy, and exhaled, the cold wind in the middle of the night, blowing his beard, kept fluttering.

"My lord, are you still worried about what happened during the day today?"

The butler standing behind him asked, his face full of sorrow.

"The clan usurped power and deceived people too much. ”

Su Zhi hammered his fist on the window, his eyes burned with rage, and he felt humiliated when he remembered what happened in the court during the day.

It's infuriating!

He is the county guard, ruling one side of the water and soil, managing one side of the people, sitting in the court, representing local rights, connecting the upper and lower levels, connecting the upper and lower courts, and governing the small officials, with unparalleled power.

However, he was still humiliated.

In the court of majesty, he was threatened by several clans, acquitted the murderous clan children, and imprisoned the common people who had been violated.

The justice he insisted on and the fairness he admired were shattered at the moment when the tree fell.

He looked at the night and was confused.

He asked himself, what is the use of his persistence?

The clan is superior, boasts of being extraordinary, travels on high horses, wears fancy shirts, holds a lot of wealth, and lives a luxurious life.

And what about the poor? Living at the bottom, struggling in time, being wronged, and having nowhere to redress grievances, enduring pain, enduring hardship, and praying.

In Su Zhitong's eyes, this world, like this night, is dark and deep, like a dormant poisonous snake with an icy aura.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Su Zhitong's face changed, grabbed the housekeeper behind him, and hurriedly retreated.

Rumble!

A wave of aura fell.

The window shattered, leaving behind a dagger that shimmered blue.

"There's a killer!"

Su Zhitong shouted, his face sank like water, mobilizing the aura in his body, a vast Confucian aura, lingering all over his body, with the breath of helping the world and protecting the world.

Qi is born from the heart.

What kind of heart will produce what kind of breath.

Su Zhitong's heart is a kind of justice, an ideal, and a kind of righteousness for the country and the people.

"The pinnacle of real people, it's not easy!"

An icy and merciless voice came from the dark sky, slightly surprised.

Airplanes......

Heaven and earth became distorted in an instant.

Eleven chain knives, the black that pierced the night, and the blades that were white were beautiful, making the heavens and the earth appear bright for a short time.

Immediately after, murderous anger abounded.

"The six arts of the gentleman, the sword!"

Su Zhitong waved his hand, took out a soft sword, and kept swinging it, generating more than a dozen sword qi.

Each sword qi hit a chain knife just right.

But the killer is also a real powerhouse, how can he be the opponent of more than a dozen people with his strength?

The three chain knives broke through the sword qi blockade and stabbed at Su Zhitong's face.

The void trembled, and a piercing sound was heard.

Su Zhitong raised his head, his face turned pale, and he felt the threat of death.

He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

"Grown, go!"

At the critical moment, the butler rushed forward, blocked in front of Su Zhitong, and resisted the three chain knives head-on.

"No ......"

Su Zhitong subconsciously shouted, and saw the housekeeper's seven orifices bleeding, blood vessels bursting, and in an instant, he became a bloody person.

Bang!

Heartbreak voices remember.

The butler's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Under the cold wind, the blood mist spread instantly, like a blood rain, falling down, dyeing the ground red and turning into a pool of blood.

Su Zhitong's eyes were bloodshot and red.

The dead butler was not only his servant, but also his playmate, his bosom friend, his family......

Nowadays, playmates have become memories, bosom friends have become afterthoughts, and family members have become departed, never to see each other again.

He clenched his soft sword, looked at the dark void in front of him, left a tear of blood, and turned to flee.

"Live, take revenge, lift the clouds overhead, and let the sun set. ”

Su Zhi shouted in his heart, and after a few dodges, he rushed out of the ambush of the assassin and disappeared outside Sujiang City.

"He fled?"

In the darkness, a faint voice sounded.

"Then keep chasing, be sure to leave him in Su County......"

............

Daozong!

"Dao Master, Deng Clan, Dong Clan, Tian Clan, and Changsun Clan have already started to act, and according to the agreement, we should also send someone to respond. ”

In the Hall of Eternal Life, the elders of the Dao Sect gathered together to discuss major matters, there were about twenty figures, all of them were above the real people, and there were several immortal powerhouses.

Pu Daozi clenched his fists and said with a smile.

In front of everyone, the Dao Lord was dressed in a white Dao robe, his hair and beard were all white, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was closing his eyes and falling into thought.

"Pu Daozi, the person who opened the South Heavenly Gate can enjoy the baptism of luck in the Central Empire and increase his cultivation, do you have a candidate for this leader?"

While everyone was waiting impatiently, the Dao Lord opened his eyes and asked, with a hint of fire in his eyes.

Inadvertently, he exudes a hint of real life.

"Returning to the Dao Master, I want my junior brother Daojun to lead the team, he is the future of the sect, if he can accept the baptism of luck, it will be of great benefit to his future development. ”

Pu Daozi said calmly.

A pair of eyes, looking directly at the Dao Lord.

The Dao Lord raised his eyebrows, the two pale eyebrows were almost connected, and his face was very ugly.

At the beginning of the era, he also sprinted through the immortal realm, but his talent was too poor and he failed to succeed.

Now, he is more than 900 years old, not far from the millennium life.

The baptism of luck in the Central Empire is his last chance, and once he misses it, he may be hopeless for life.

But Pu Daozi's words, he can't object.

Don't look at him as a Taoist master, but when it comes to identity, he is not as good as Pu Daozi.

In the sect, Pu Daozi was the protagonist of the last era, carrying the fortune of heaven, and was expected to break through the realm above the immortals.

And what about him?

It's just a puppet who manages the Dao Sect, usually handles small and small matters, and looks noble, but in fact he doesn't have much real power.

"Yes!"

After pondering for a moment, the Dao Master compromised and did not object.

It's not okay if you don't compromise!

For the sect, one Dao Monarch is more important than a hundred.

After all, there is only one Dao Monarch, and anyone can sit in the position of Dao Master.

............

"The Dao Sect has also made a move, I don't know if the Central Empire can survive this difficulty. ”。

"However, this has nothing to do with us, no matter what the world is turned upside down outside, we sit in the courtyard, watch the clouds roll up, watch the flowers bloom and fall......"

Qiankun College, several gray-haired old men, walking on the bluestone slab, flowers blooming on both sides, the environment is just right.